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"How can you not greet Haneefa without greeting her?" She was scared, because no matter how much he was with his family, they knew that as long as he held a grudge or was angry, there would be no happiness for him.

"Hello, father, where are you?" she said, combining all the words into one sentence.

"Go back and say hello," Ruqayya said calmly. The girl, unbuttoning her veil, turned to face the outside, the anger from the thunderclap filling her, she felt in her heart that her mother had caused her to do so.

            Just as they did with Alhussain, he replied, raising his head, saying that he had vowed in his heart that he would not accept this kind of behavior, that he believed was Zainab's fault. He had to sit with her and set terms and conditions for her that she would often remember, that he would not accept such behavior.

             He extended his hand in a big bow.

"Here are your people," she smiled happily, as if he knew she needed them that night, even though it was his habit since the clothes had become her drinking partner's.

"Thank you very much, may God bless you and increase your prosperity and wealth"

"Ameen ya hayyu ya qayyumu, your prayers are my strength" he said, blinking slightly. Her eyes met his, smiling, and he quickly averted his gaze and walked forward.

"If I sit here for another hour, you'll be listening to the old man's voice. I got up and left right now, and you're doing things that are against the law and regulations like today." She laughed loudly, then hugged the doorbell and turned to the kitchen to wash the dishes and store them in the fridge.

              Haneefa's entry made her take the oil she had brought and rub it on her face, turning her attention to the girl. Even before he finished entering, she couldn't wait any longer.

"What did he put in them? Where is the ledger?" The black man sent signs of a seizure and sat very close to her body.

"I'm sorry, you made us fight, even shouting."

"I didn't ask you this, I was just asking," she said, widening her eyes in frustration as she looked at Haneefar.

"He's lost," she replied curtly.

"Who did he give it to?" Zainab said, widening her eyes in shock and fear.

"Mommy's Alhassan"

"There is indeed a conspiracy in this house today, I swear I will not accept such a thing" she said, feeling like she was going to put her hand on her head and burst into tears. Saleem was constantly trying to cause chaos in their lives, injustice was constantly trying to ruin her life, all the efforts she made were to make them live peacefully and make him happy.

               She was standing with her chest pressed against her chest, her hands clasped around her waist, and he pushed open the door to the room, greeted her, and entered.

            As if she had a sore throat, she looked around and frowned as she greeted him. You would think that a piece of bread was stuck in her mouth, preventing her from speaking properly.

            Remembering the fight he had just had with her now made Haneefa turn and leave the room.

                 He slowly walked inside, studying the atmosphere of the room. Humans are a sensitive creature with a keen sense of smell, so right now, what his nose was sensing was almost completely different from what his heart was longing to smell in his house.

             He turned his gaze to her, she was standing still, following him with a look she didn't know where she got it from. In the embrace, her long, soft hair found a place to rest its head on her head, which meant that there was a sense of emptiness and restlessness that had become a part of his existence. He looked away, because if it were new, he could say he was already used to it. In a week, it would be difficult for Zainab to go two days without seeing her with her embrace, whether in the morning or at night like this, even now he knew how much he hated her every day, after all, there was nothing more disgusting than him.

_Note: Many men hate this custom, because it has no benefit but changes a woman's mood, especially when she meets a type of impurity like zainab, there are some cases when a woman ties her chest to attract the attention of a man, in a stylish way, by tying the top of the sash in the middle of your chest as if you were tying something, then loosening the sash to the middle of your chest which will allow him to see your pants and some parts of your breast, not the traditional tying of the chest that is meaningless and the fallen sash is what is called _

"Welcome," she said softly, trying to comfort her heart, hoping that she wouldn't lose again tonight like she did yesterday.

"Yes, go home, children."

"Hello.....where are we going to get the ledger?" She asked him directly as if she had sent it. He looked up and repeated the question she had asked him, his heart filled with wonder. How did he just bring the ledger in?, she still hasn't stopped this habit of hers, she keeps an eye on everyone coming and going in and out of the house?

"Oh, the one you sent me to?" She was a little confused, because his answer gave her a clue as to where he was going.

"No, I didn't send you, I think because I saw the children seeing you with a toy, they should have been given it too, since they are children like everyone else," she said, smiling warily.

               He was so embarrassed, she had exhausted all her abilities and told him how sweet it was. He stood up from his bed and sat on her stool.